A/N: Hey everybody I'm back with a new story. Only me second Gravi fic ever so please be kind ;; This one is a bit more serious in comparison with 'Sleepless Beauty' for anyone whose bothered to read it. But it also has fluff and romance and all that other good stuff. This is a Yuki/Shuichi centric fic.. I may or may not add side pairings depending on my mood. The prologue is a bit slow to begin with, but by the end it starts to speed up. I am keeping certain elements of the manga or anime series in this story, so parts of it may sound familiar, like there first meeting (well more or less). Duomo arigatou.
Warnings: I'm pretty sure I won't need to up the rating, for the most part it should stay PG-13. But I'll warn you guys if it gets any higher but it shouldn't get up to an R rating so don't sweat it. It is Gravitation so I shouldn't need to warn you it's shonen-ai.
Disclaimer: Gravitation and all it's characters are the creation of Maki Murakami and WigglyJello doesn't not make any profit off of it. runs to a corner to sob
Summary: If school and jam sessions weren't already enough to throw Shuichi's mind in disarray, the blonde a few dorms down sure will. It isn't that Shuichi likes him, but he really can't think about anything else. Marvel as the two fall head first into something different, something unexplainable, and something very similar to love.
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School Girl CrushPrologue
grav·i·ta·tion
1.Physics.
a)The natural phenomenon of attraction between physical objects with mass or energy.
b)The act or process of moving under the influence of this attraction.
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A pink haired specimen stood still, openly gaping in awe at the massive buildings before him. A suitcase clutched in each hand and a huge backpack with straps pressing into his shoulders. Right next to him stood a long hair guitarist with three boxes in his arms. Friends since grade school, and because of there open relationship they were considered lovers by others. This could not be further from the truth, because both considered themselves to be straight. They are freshmen at Tokyo University, the most prestigious University in all of Japan. Hiro the guitarist was born a genius. He graduated at top of his class back in high school. Shuichi Shindou however, was another story. His determination and will power had helped him pass the entrance exam, but he had still only barely made it. A genius no doubt, but his brilliance didn't thrive in the academics, he was a musician and a damn good one at that, well for a beginner at least.
"How long are you going to stand there?" Hiro asked impatiently. He placed his boxes on the ground and tapped his foot in mock annoyance.
"Don't you realize we're going to be living here until we make it? This is like the beginning of an era, the rise of Bad Luck and the beginning of our lives."
"Since when do you think more than ten minutes ahead? You talk big, but can you really deliver what you promise?"
"Are you doubting my brilliance? Can you not see my genius radiating off me? Even if I weren't brimming with potential, the girls will love me all the same." Shuichi said with a grin. "I mean look at me. See this cute little nose," Shuichi gloated jokingly, giving his nose a tiny poke.
"Brilliance? Girls? All I see is a mop of pink hair with nothing inside," Hiro said as he roughly patted Shuichi's head. "As for that nose, if he doesn't hurry his little ass up, it's going to find itself smashed into your face."
Shuichi touched his nose gingerly and stuck his tongue out at the offensive comment.
"You'll be sorry when I make my millions. I'll have warehouses of Pocky, only the best clothes, girls lining up for miles, screaming 'We love you Shu-Chan.' There will be posters plastered everywhere, and I'll have escape routes planned to run from the mobs of admiring fans. The girls will love me, the guys will imitate me and you dear Hiro, will be alone, in the corner, pouting and secretly wanting an autograph. Buut.. It's okay Hiro, you can ask me. I'll give you an autograph," Shuichi said generously, smirking like crazy.
Hiro pressed his hand against Shuichi's forehead and took it back. In a quick moment, the same hand reached out and smacked the vocalist harshly against the head.
"You wish. If anything you're the one whose going to be begging for an autograph. You should be lucky enough to be rooming with the star of your wet dreams."
"You give yourself to much credit. No one would think of you that way. Weell, maybe lonely primates in the zoo, they're always up for a shag."
Smack.
"OWWW!"
"Any ways, do you really want all that stuff? The fans, publicity and money I mean."
Shuichi nodded enthusiastically.
"You really want all that?"
"Nah, I just want to make it big. Do what I love and be recognized for it. But you know, at the same time, it wouldn't hurt to have a few extra warehouses of Pocky lying around."
"Come on you idiot, lets get going."
(Shuichi's POV)
Hiro is my best buddy and a great guitarist. He's one of the most understanding people I know. Unlike me, he's a born genius at everything. His parents want him to become a doctor but I know where he really wants to be, and that would be at the top of the charts. Becoming a doctor is only in the cards if we really can't make it but I don't doubt our abilities at all. We will make it. Although there are times when I really hate Hiro. Like right now, he's just sitting there staring at me. Eating my Pocky! It's not that I won't share with him, he can have one, maybe...
Any ways, making it into this school is a huge deal for me. I stayed up till nearly 3:00 AM half that year, living off caffeine and sugar. It was such a nightmare. In the end I was quite happy, a little too happy perhaps. The thing is, after the school year was officially over, I decided to set my books on fire (with ample propane) and it kind of got out of hand. I don't see why it was such a big deal, mom and dad totally spazzed out at me but the fire department did get there in time, so what's the problem?
I'm totally not an academic person but there are reasons why I tried so hard to get in to this school. The campus location is in a really great district. There are lots of clubs in relatively close distances, plus there are a lot of school gigs we can sign up for. Not to mention the chicks here are really hot. Not that I care, music is all I'm concerned about for the time being. But the school uniforms are pretty cute: pleated skirts with a sailor top. I'll admit sometimes I wish I was born a girl just so I could wear a skirt, but nobody knows that, not even Hiro.
I live off what little money my parents send me and the wages I earn at a snotty private club. Don't get me wrong, I hate the rich bastards but the tips are good and the uniforms are kinda cool. At times, I pour ice tea into their crystal glasses and pretend I'm having a brandy or something. Not that I find it embarrassing or anything, it's just not something you share with other people.
So here we are (Hiro and I, I mean) all packed and ready to move into our new dorm. We scored one of the more spacious dorms. Hiro worked his charm with the dorm R.A's and she practically melted in his arms. I mean Hiro is pretty good looking, pretty even. His class photo from last year is in my wallet, but you won't tell him about that.
"Oww! You bastard! That hurts."
He also has a tendency to throw things at me when I'm spacing out or just not making sense.
"Seriously, if you don't hurry up I'm going to leave you here."
"I'm coming, I'm coming," I grumbled after him. My arms ached from the heavy luggage, I quickly regained composure and trotted after him.
Have I mentioned how huge are dorm was? It has two bedrooms, complete with bathroom, living room and kitchen. The kitchen is already off limits to me. I'm not really that bad of a cook, just a little prone to accidents. Hiro isn't much better but he thinks he is because his toast doesn't burn. Your probably thinking 'How do you burn toast?' Toast goes in, you push down the button and viola? Right? Well, nobody ever told me you weren't suppose to put peanut butter on before you toasted it.
(Normal POV)
The apartment was located on the fourth floor, overlooking some of Tokyo's prettiest and most well known parks and buildings. The view is fabulous and the apartment was soundproof, a perfect place for them to rehearse.
Shuichi Shindou had started to unpack his clothing. The boy dressed in vibrant colors, orange and pink included. He was unique to say the least, his hair color, his taste in clothing, right down to his attitude. He is very simple minded, a cry baby and extremely hyper. This guy does not act his age. An eight year old has a larger sense of maturity than he does, but in a way it's also quite endearing and sweet.
The unpacking lasted quite a while, they were nearly finished until out of the blue, Shuichi had declared that Hiro had stolen his boxers.
"What the hell is wrong with you? What makes you think you can just go and steal my underwear?"
"These are mine. Want to check?"
"Not the ones your wearing. The black ones with the music notes!"
"Why the hell would I want your smelly underwear?"
"You make no sense at all. You're such a liar. But fine. If your so obsessed with my underwear that HERE. JUST TAKE IT ALL."
Shuichi dumped a box labeled 'unmentionables' over Hiro's head. He snatched two from the floor and started repeatedly whacking his friend with them.
"Look at me! I'm Hiro. Oh god, I'm so totally in love with Shuichi's underwear, hehe." Shuichi said as he flashed him a perverted grin. The pink haired vocalist strutted around the living room, wearing boxers over his jeans. Much like a salesman who points out the features of his items, Shuichi carefully held out more underwear in his arms, displaying for all to see.
Hiro calmly brushed the clothing off of him and shoved Shuichi to the ground. "Your looking for a fight buddy?" Quick as anything he snatched a heart patterned pair off the ground and stuffed it into Shu's mouth.
"You like that don't you? Don't you?"
"Can't.". –cough- "breathe.." –wheeze-
"Gyaaah." Shuichi counter attacked by latching onto Hiro's leg, not planning on letting go anytime soon. Well, Hiro was never one to turn away from a challenge. He flashed his friend a grin and prepared for his infamous tickle torture.
The apartment echoed with muffled screams and laughter.
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The fight had only ended after the signed a peace treaty, declaring Hiro the sexiest man in the universe and Shuichi keeper of the underwear. The two were sprawled out in the living room, having a drink. (They drink Pepsi as beer.)
"Hmm you see some of the chicks on campus? Not to bad eh?"
"I guess," Shuichi thought carefully. "Although I have yet to find someone cuter than me," he said grinning like crazy.
Hiro moaned and chucked a pillow at his friend's head.
"You're such a dork. Why are we friends again?"
"Because, you just can't deny this face anything," Shuichi said, sticking his smiling face inches away from Hiro's.
The guitarist gripped at the smiling face with his palm and shoved it away roughly.
"We do have a gig coming up in a few weeks or so. You think we'll be ready by than?"
"Yea, we have a few jam sessions planned and we're in pretty decent shape as it is. I've already applied for two more gigs. Hopefully we'll get enough positive feedback and we'll get scouted. Word will get around and everyone will come hear us play, even the Queen of England. She'll come and declare me 'Master of the World.' Me being the modest person I am will decline and settle for being King."
Hiro snorted in his Pepsi. "That's you alright, always the dreamer. "Any ways, I've gotta go soon. My parents are waiting at the restaurant. You sure you don't want to come?"
"Nah, it's a family thing. I've already said goodbye to my parents and the twerp."
"I can see it in your eyes. You miss Maiko already, she was more like your older sister than younger. You were always the one who needed to be comforted."
"Traitor. Are you really my best friend?"
"Hmm I think so. Any ways, I'm not sure when I'll be back so don't wait," Hiro said reaching for his jacket.
"Seeya."
The door closed and Shuichi sat alone in the large apartment. The grin faded from his face.
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As the night progressed the vocalist began to grow lonely. He sat at his desk, tapping his pencil to his desk, staring blankly into space. His eyes clouded over, as loud music blared from his stereo. A few false starts and a few cokes later, his pencil started flying across the page. He turned the already deafening music up a few notches and continued to write late into the evening. His writing was keeping up with the momentum of his enthusiasm.
Finally after an hour and a half of writing, revising and singing softly to himself, Shuichi had produced a song, well part of a song. He smiled happily, wanting to share his lyrics with someone. He rushed around the apartment singing excitedly, looking for someone but no one in particular. A pang of disappointment went through him as he remembered he had moved out and Hiro had left.
The moonlight poured through the windows. Shuichi tipped his chair back and placed his feet on the table, thinking to himself. 'It would be nice to have someone to share it with, but not just anybody. Hah.. I sound like a lovesick school girl.'
The digital clock blinked 10:30 in vibrant green. 'Maybe it's time to stock up on Pocky and than finish unpacking.' Remembering the lovesick school girl comment, he thought again. 'Than hang up some dry wall and knock back a few beers,' he thought, in a very manly way.
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With five boxes of Pocky in hand as well as a six pack of Pepsi, Shuichi had made it back to his building. He shivered involuntarily and wrapped his jacket tightly against his body. On nights like these, there wasn't much else to do besides kicking back with imitation beer and cigarettes (a.k.a Pocky and Pepsi).
He sung softly in the hallways, trying to find a tune he liked to match the lyrics. Shuichi paused every few seconds, pulling a folded sheet of lined notebook paper out of his pocket. He'd press it against the wall and scribbled a few more lines. He had finally reached the floor his dorm was on and stepped out of the elevator. As the elevator doors closed, they stirred up a small wind, with enough power to cause the notebook paper to slip from his hand.
'Hey! My lyrics!'
The freshman chased after his lyrics, but stopped short as the paper stopped at the feet of a tall blonde.
The blonde bent over and picked up the scrap of paper and stared intently at them.
Shuichi's heart raced. 'Whoa, who is this guy? A foreigner? Maybe he's looking for someone. He's pretty easy on the eyes though.' Shuichi glanced at this man's eyes, his hair, his face and his body.
The blonde looked up and caught him off guard. He smirked a little at the sight of Shuichi.
'Shit! He caught me checking him out.'
This man ran his eyes up Shuichi's body, intimidating the boy with his cold glare.
"You write these lyrics?"
His voice was deep and Shuichi inhaled a wisp of his musky scent. He shuddered involuntarily. Shuichi's ears turned a bright red to match his flushing cheeks.
"Erm.. well yeah," he said nervously. 'He's Japanese?'
"You write like you're at a third grade reading level. Is this drivel really your idea of a love song?" (A/N: Yes yes, I realize I stole this from the translated version of the manga)
'W-what?'
The blonde walked away, casting they paper onto the floor without giving the boy a second glance. He left Shuichi lying there, lyrics in hand. The harsh criticism churned in Shuichi's mind. He sat in silence for a few moments.
'C-could this guy be right?' He considers this for a few more moments before drawing himself from the ground. 'Do I really have no talent?'
The vocalist crumpled the paper in anger as his fists clenched.
'What the fuck was his problem?'
Shuichi glared down the hallway, the mysterious blonde had already disappeared around the corner.
"Who the hell was that?" Shuichi wondered aloud.
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Owari
A/N: Well there goes the prologue. Not much action yet, but it's coming I promise you that much. The next chapter should have something along the lines of more abuse and harassment from Eiri not that they've met. In any case, I do hope you've enjoyed the story so far. If you liked it review, if you hated it, review, if you want to flame me, review! Anny ways.. the point is I love feed back. Any comments can me reviewed or emailed. Thanks everybody... waves and rushes off to make Shu-chan her love slave
